Out of Dystopia

And as the trumpets sound, they goad us towards a sobering truth
A realization of a lifetime lived on scraps of food
With nothing left but our friends and our enemies
We turn and plan together, plotting our mutiny

We were blind, we were deaf
Our backs broke to prop up theft
We were one, we were all
From the city centers to the rural
The yearning of our souls mistaken for the normal
The yearning of our hands to climb the walls and make demands

The eve of revolution
Is upon us
We long for restitution
We fight for solace

The time is now, we must have a change of heart
The strength of a helping hand is a good place to start
With enough luck, we will step out of dystopia
And live our lives in new harmony

Come now, comrades, we must organize
They've got guns, but we've got heart
If we fight, we fight to empathize
At all times, we must diligently remember
The cause is great, but not all can participate
To the broken down, this is for you
To the chewed up and spit out, we fight for you
This machine is broken
Clear for all to see
Change is necessary
Hear our plea

The eve of revolution
Is upon us

The time is now, we must have a change of heart
The strength of a helping hand is a good place to start
With enough luck, we will step out of dystopia
And live our lives in new harmony

We will win back our peace



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Brucke
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